Keith’s POV
Keith took a slow breath, fixed his gun holster under his black jacket, and unlocked the heavy glass door.
He stepped inside the private waiting room and let the door latch shut behind him.
Maya sat right in the middle of the giant leather couch.
Her short legs swung back and forth in the air, not even coming close to reaching the edge of the seat. In her lap, her small gloved hands held tightly onto her crinkled paper bag tied with blue string.
Keith kept his distance. He stood six feet away near the door, his feet planted firmly on the floor and his hands held behind his back.
Keith was a trained warrior. He was raised in the harsh northern lands where weak people did not survive.
He had been in real wars, fought dangerous rogue wolves, and followed hard orders witho
